Anyone who knows me is aware that I have a HUGE obsession with reading Selkie stories.
What is a selkie you ask? A seal shifter. They don't morph from human to paranormal creatures like werewolves would, they simply shed their pelts.
Why am I obsessed with them? BECAUSE THEY'RE HOT, VERY SEXUAL, AND WET!
I'm going to turn things over now to the wonderful and talented Rosanna Leo! (Stay tuned... in a few day's I'll be posting my review)
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I’d like to offer a huge thank you to
Tamaria, the greatest selkie fan ever! One day, for her birthday, I am going to
craft one out of clay and present it to here as a gift…life-sized and
generously proportioned (wink wink).
Of course, I’m here to tell you a bit about
my newest selkie book, Selkie’s Revenge,
book 2 of my Orkney Selkies series. Selkies are mythical creatures and possess
a number of interesting talents. First and foremost among these is the ability
to charm and ensnare, thanks to their astounding good looks.
Now looks are only skin-deep, right? None
of us is so shallow that we’d only judge someone by looks. However, in romance
lit, let’s face it: the hero needs to be hot. Super hot. And my selkies are no
exception.
Selkies are reputed to have long, dark
hair, limpid black eyes and amazing bodies. Although my family of selkies
includes a few redheads and blonds, my selkie men pretty much live up to the
age-old standard. My hero Machar “Call me Mack” Kirk has “black hair and
blacker eyes.” He’s mysterious, haunted and rather intense at times. That
doesn’t mean he doesn’t appreciate a good chuckle. He’s soulful.
And while many selkies enjoy their roles as
sexual genies, my Mack’s feelings run a little deeper. You see, he’s suffered
tremendous loss, a pain he’s carried for hundreds of years. For this reason,
he’s not quite as frivolous as some of his brothers may be.
When my heroine Beth sees him for the first
time, her vision is flooded with color. Beth, too, is grieving, and has noticed
her world is wan and bland, filled with tones of beige and grey. When she
firsts sees Mack, she begins to see color again and it delights her in a way
she doesn’t understand.
Is it just the selkie charm at work? Or is
something deeper happening between them? I hope you’ll get a chance to check
out Selkie’s Revenge and see!
Blurb:
On the beaches of Orkney, Scotland, an evil
entity stalks mortal women. Machar “Mack” Kirk is a selkie man with a haunted
past, one that has prompted him to become a hunter. He prowls the beaches at
night, his arrows aiming for the finman who took his first love.
Beth Pedersen also watches the sea. The
haunted widow has suffered losses of her own, ones that have crippled her into
a state of stony grief. Beth can no longer feel, can no longer see color and
life. Until the day Mack Kirk saves her from a mysterious foe, flooding her
world with brightness and foreign temptation.
As Mack and Beth fight their inundating
passion, the finman escalates his attacks. Before long, Mack realizes he’s not
just playing Good Samaritan. He wants Beth, too, and will do anything to ensure
his lover isn’t taken by the finman. But can he protect his mate from a monster
with no soul?
Excerpt:
As a torrent of emotion coiled up through her
core, Beth kissed him. She barely understood his words, barely comprehended her
own thoughts, but she knew she needed Mack’s mouth upon hers. She smashed her
lips against his, and his tongue penetrated the warmth of her mouth, finding
its home there. He slid his hands down her back to her bottom, and he groaned,
digging into the soft flesh of her behind.
Desire and common sense raged a war inside
her head. Common sense told her to pack a bag, purchase a ticket to New Smyrna,
and leave Mack Kirk far behind. Desire told her to submit, and it was winning
out by a mile. “I don’t know what to do. I need you to tell me what to do.”
He leaned in, smelling so sweet, like an
exotic fruit she just needed to peel and gobble up. “Just let go, Beth. Just
feel.”
She dared to look him in the eye. “I’m afraid
to feel.”
“I know. For years I was too.” He brushed his
lips against hers, and his tongue slipped out to caress between them, making
her ache with such yearning. “But I’ll help you.”
Jamie and Edan arrived with beers. Edan gave
Jamie a look as if knowing they’d interrupted something. “I’m heading back to
the bar to try my luck with the luscious bartender.”
Jamie grimaced. “The old one with the beard?”
“Not him, you eejit,” Edan said with a grunt.
“The female bartender. The one with the big…” He paused, looking at Beth. “Uh,
bottle of vodka. Right, that one.” He dashed off.
Jamie winked at Beth. “I’ll get to her
first.” With a smile, he was after his brother.
She leaned against Mack’s wall of a chest,
wanting to lose herself in him. “Show me how to feel again.”
“With pleasure,” he growled into her ear. He
nibbled her earlobe and then proceeded to slide back out of the booth.
“Where are you going?” she asked, already
needy for his touch again.
“Just to the jukebox,” he replied, grinning.
“You are going to dance with me. And feel.”
She watched, glued to her seat as Mack
inserted a couple of coins into the jukebox and selected a song. He turned to
her, his lips curled in a grin. As the first rolling guitar chords of Creedence
Clearwater Revival’s “Have You Ever Seen the Rain?” washed over her, making her
want to move, Mack beckoned to her with a finger.
Beth’s body moved toward him, responding like
a homing pigeon diving toward its destination. He pulled her into his arms and
they swayed. Beth had never danced so closely with a man to anything but a
romantic ballad, but Mack wouldn’t break contact with her. He moved his hard
body against hers, his hands on her hips, and his erection was a thick
temptation grinding against her stomach. She had to fight the need to drop to
her knees, rip down his jeans, and take his cock deep in her throat. The urge,
and the depth of emotion accompanying it, made her light-headed. He turned her
away from the bar area toward the nearest wall and slid his hands over the
curve of her bottom. His fingers dug into her ass, and Beth had to remind
herself they were in public. She wanted him to nail her right to the wall.
Through the damn wall. She needed him inside her at all costs.
He felt so good.
My mate. Could it be?
He lowered his head so he could whisper
against her ear. “Do you feel me, Beth? Do you feel my desire throbbing against
you? My need to be joined to you again?”
The song reached its crescendo, and his hips
rolled against hers in a heady foreshadowing of what he would do to her the
next time they were alone. Beth closed her eyes. The way he moved was sinful.
She imagined devils from the most depraved circles of hell might dance in such
a fashion. All of a sudden, even her soft leggings felt tight and restrictive.
She wanted them off. She wanted no barrier between their bodies. As if sensing
her need, Mack reached a discreet hand toward her breast and located her
distended nipple through her tunic. He tugged and she had to bite her lip not
to cry out.
“Take me home, Mack,” she begged in an
unfamiliar, wanton voice. “I want to feel more.”
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Book One in the series:
This was supposed to be her year. However, after losing her job and discovering her fiancé cheating, Maggie Collins has her doubts. When her grandmother dies, she hits rock bottom. Maggie travels to her grandmother’s home in Orkney, Scotland to sort through her gran’s things, only to discover the old woman has left her a seal pelt as her inheritance. She also learns that others are after the pelt.To add to her frustration, Maggie’s dreams are filled with luscious images of a long-haired man, images that draw her to the magical beaches in Orkney. Although she’s lost her trust in men, this dream man inspires her with a lust she’s never known before.
Calan Kirk has also been dreaming. Dreaming of Maggie, the mortal woman who arouses him as no other woman ever has. Meeting her in the flesh when she arrives in Orkney is nothing short of spontaneous sexual combustion. But she is a human, and not to be trusted. He needs the seal pelt, not a red-haired temptress.
As a thief ransacks Maggie’s grandmother’s house, Maggie and Calan are thrust together. They must search for the animal skin, a mythical relic which once found, will either bring them together or rip them apart forever.
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Author Bio:
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Rosanna Leo is a multi-published, erotic
romance author with Liquid Silver Books. Her books include For the Love of a
God, Up In Flames, Sweet Hell, The Selkie, Sunburn and Predator’s Kiss. When
not writing, she can be found haunting dusty library stacks or planning her
next star-crossed love affair.
Thank you for having Mack and I today, Tamaria! We're thrilled to be here. :)
ReplyDeleteI love Selkie books. Thanks for the giveaway!
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